I want her to keep seeing me as she always has, her older sister, who loves and adores her. Not the mafia donna.
She sniffles again, and Arlo glares at me as though this is somehow my fault.
I roll my eyes at him.
Fucking idiot.
Surely that’s no way to treat your future sister in law.
My sister hugs me again and steps back.
She looks at me and Milo. “You both look terrible, but alive.”
Milo smirks. “My sister in law already loves me.”
Arlo’s eyes narrow. “She doesn’t fucking love you.”
“Oh, she does,” Milo says.
Arlo shoots him a glare. “The only man my woman loves is me. And don’t tempt fate, you’re already injured. It wouldn’t be hard to finish the job.”
I glare at him. “Don’t threaten my man. You aren’t hard to kill either.”
“Stop threatening to kill each other,” Ophelia snaps.
They stay for a few hours.
Someone brings McDonald’s. I take slow bites, nothing too heavy. After being starved, my body won’t tolerate a burger, I pick at a few fries instead.
Milo watches me, his expression murderous.
I smile at him and squeeze his hand to reassure him.
My sister gasps suddenly, her eyes drop to my hand.
“You’re fucking married?” she shrieks.
I roll my eyes. “Stop. I’m not married. This psycho tattooed his initials on my ring finger without permission.”
She narrows her eyes at Milo. “What if she doesn’t want to marry you?”
“She does,” he says easily.
Isaak nods. “Strategic. Branding for life. Even without a ring, everyone will know she’s taken.”
“Try it,” Adelaide snaps, narrowing her eyes, “and you’ll lose a testicle.”
“That seems anatomically improbable,” he says.
“Shall we test the theory?”
I laugh, and it feels good.
Then my eyes land on Eleanor, and my chest tightens at the emptiness in her expression.
She looks… broken.
As the conversation drifts through the room, I look around.
